Page 37 of Undo Me

“Don’t go easy,” she ordered softly. “Don’t hold back. I want you to fuck me hard. I want to feel it for days.”

So she’d never forget.

His expression tightened, grew feral. “You tempt me, Bethany. Beyond reason and redemption. But you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Show me.”

He surprised her by rolling onto his back and taking her with him. “I’ll show you everything. But first, I need you to ride me.”

With her dress floating around their hips and his hands sliding into her hair with a firm, almost controlling grip, she hesitated. “I thought you were the ‘rider.’ You’re the one with all the experience.”

His smile tightened at her reference, but he shook his head. “Not this time. Lift your skirts and show me how well you can ride my cock.”

She sat up straighter, crying out as the position pushed him even deeper inside her. “Holy shit.” She lifted her skirt, gathering the flouncing folds in her arms so he could see where they were joined, and rocked experimentally. “Oh. Oh my.”

“That’s right, Blue Eyes. Take me. Make me yours.” He let go of her hair and gripped her hips with his hands, his neck muscles straining as he watched his cock disappear inside her again and again. “You were born for this. For me. You don’t know what it does to me, watching this sweet pussy take me inside where I belong. I belong to you. The man I am belongs to you.”

His eyes were dilated and his upper lip had the sheen of sweat as she rocked against him. She wasn’t sure he knew what he was saying, the promises he was making, but it gave an intimacy to the moment that took her breath away.

“BD. Please.”

Unable to deny her or himself, he shifted again, rolling her over and lifting her legs over his shoulders. His first powerful thrust had her shouting his name.

“That’s right. You need me deeper, don’t you? So deep you don’t know where you end and I begin.”

“Yes!”

“Fuck, it’s never been like this. Not even when it was… I can’t think. I need to move.”

Her knees were pinning her long hair, her body bent in half as he pounded against her, so fast and hard the bed started to shake. “I know you. I know you love this,” he rasped, sounding lost. “Bethany, am I hurting you?”

“No,” she swore. “Harder. Take what you need.”

“If I took what I needed we’d never stop. Oh, love, yes.”

It was as if they’d both been possessed. He was taking her so hard her bones rattled, and still she needed more. Her hands slid down his slick back and his gripped her ankles, holding her still for his invasion.

She could die like this. Happily. She never wanted it to end.

“You should be mine,” he groaned softly, barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding again and again. “You always should have been mine.”

I always have been.

They came together, their shouts mingling, rising in the quiet room, oblivious to the party going on beneath them. Oblivious to anything but each other.

BD collapsed, catching himself before he fell on top of her and rolling to his side, taking her with him without pulling out of her body.

Bethany was shuddering and trying to catch her breath. Wow. Her shallow pants turned to giggles. Slightly horrified, she tried to hold them back but she couldn’t. Each giggle made him groan as her inner muscles clenched around his still-hard cock.

“Are you by any chance wanting another spanking?” His voice sounded sated and husky.

“I can’t help it—I think its endorphins. You know I read about some very interesting reactions to the release of neuro-hormo—”

He covered her lips with his fingers and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You are an adorable and sexy genius. But if you giggle anymore you won’t get a chance to catch your breath and enjoy those endorphins of yours before I have to have you again.”

She giggled.

He sighed dramatically against her temple. “Work. Work. Work.”

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